This poem is a call to humanity in general; an attempt to show light in midst of Darkness that has engulfed modern man. Read more
‘The Lord searches every heart and understands every motive behind our thoughts.’‘A humble, loving heart is like a magnet that draws the favour of God towards it’.
( The Life God Blesses by Jim Cymbala ) Read more
The song of my life
Is but one;
I’m NOT a born beggar!
Laughing out loud, the boy made fun of Usama who had just declared,’ I will also own a big shining black car like that one, one day’’.
‘What’s making you laugh?’, asked Usama.
Ali, still rolling in laughter, mocked him further, ‘And how would you get the money to buy such a car?’ Read more
She is, baba’s little, amma’s (mother’s) jewel, and the town’s darling, a pretty youth of 15, a family’s tomboy, not in the sense that would make her socially awkward, you know. She is…. perhaps a little extraordinary. In her little extraordinary lies her real strength. There is not anything she would not want to do anew; there isn’t anyone she would see in pain, and she wouldn’t want to relieve him of it ,in the least care for how out of the way; not a single request of help that would go turned down by her making one wonder about what heart she possesses ; not a challenge set forth to her that she would deny to accept; not a single sport , be it for girls or boys, that won’t witness her try on it; not a problem she is challenged with that she won’t come out having it resolved leaving none unimpressed; a real version of ‘the unreal’…. if it may not be wrong to say. Read more
‘’Sometimes duaas (prayers) are made wholeheartedly just in the hope of being accepted soon, but it’s the decision of the Divinity that delays the response to them owing to His best judgments about our lives. The period of wait, however, is a true test of our patience as the feelings of dejection are sufficient enough to direct us to the paths of disbelief.
Turaif was furious with dust storm tonight. The deserts of Saudi Arabia turn from bad to worse with the blowing of wind. I could see dust everywhere, on the tiny leaves of my window pots, the walls, more frustrating was to see it forcing its way in from every possible space in the windows, whirling all over. Read more